TheAmbassadorOfRomanceInVenus's blog: "Thoughts"

It was after that dream that it happened. That dream of Israel and us - you chased me around the chalky, high-walled alleys. I heard the slip of your foot as it slid in its sandal I could almost see it as you ran fast after me. Our always chase. Of course, you caught me; arms waist-wrapped, my pale-blue dress hiked we two laughing until our eyes met; pale green, black-flecked set off by a light tan - I saw that gleam. I knew it then. You knew it too: Led me back to a white-walled room where I offered and you took. We - lovers then. Over tea and honey I told you about it. "No choice," you said. My heart's fast beat and whir Such details I told, stammering. You said then, "What is it you are waiting for? You know it will be me." I could not argue. The dream mere confirmation. So there we were, remarkably alone, nobody to patrol - and you led me to a high-wooden, linen-sheeted bed where I stood and you so reverently undressed me leaving me only in my tap-pants while I meanwhile fiddled with the blue ribbon-edging until it began at last to unthread - You knelt, and gently pulled it through each eyelet - me - ribbon- undone, you placed us on the bed. I was no longer that girl of summer's past - kisses had, and even that! Now, still awkward in these new curves; you had never seen me before, uninterrupted and this time your eyes moved over me until I was spotted-pink and flush with shyness. And you offered me your tongue - that gentle wafer, spirit, communion, absolution I took you in, took you in, and then and then and then I heard my own sigh-cry of your name, Elijah: We were changed - now true lovers. No way around it now. The only evidence of this a rose-bud attar on the white, white linen: Where we had came. Where we had been.